candy
Often
Cold hands search empty pockets
For the softest
Rock
Standing
At an open doorway
Thoughts tiptoe into
Darkness
Into her,
Melting like chocolate,
Every want
Hardens
Light
Cries against
Lonely pillow
Breaking
Breath
Molests her quiet
Denials in
Silence.
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